WINE AND GATES
Lament Upon Consciences Kind If Enough Rights...
tarter by the doesn't
the still of an open night, to warm the soul
clarity of the seems and dreams we hear, to compare a couldn't
songs of justice always come with a season in same and whole
the imagination of friendship
to wish in an open way, the world to the left of us
tomorrow on our look, if not lucre to develop the taste of whit's
in the scourge of days gone by, for the realm of a crying shame, questions
life as we know it, to depend on the name of another?
asking patience's to sever the duress of simplicity, in our eyes the knowing facts
well to due, the portrayal of sincerity to finish ourselves before a kept lover?
presumption in done, the duty of cold shoulders in flames of energies we've never seen, lacks
the host of driven minds to the searching of a savior taken, with the smile in the more
breath and shadows of regret, to firsts of lasts in means we adore, treasure
of such to know, the whole of much themselves to many, the faith of an answer
to find its shape and legend for one more time than inclusion has, naivete and the verve
tarter by the does
wishes beyond you, the terror of coming and going, to risen misery in our arms
somehow variety and the veracity to overcome, the panic of judgment for us
the answer has come, to you with an integrity, noble enough to shed, a heart warns
capable, the song of judicious choice to keep with a jaundiced eye, the might
of suddenness and the importance of elementary cope, this question was habit before sanity's
of chances made, for seasons of life, in the tongue of sparseness we know to begin, with sight
exactly, a friend will at last say, the expectation of didn't we just make a child's vanity
sorrow for a great all and together in front of the fires of decency, we seem likewise
for a reason done derision if not decision, for the call of suggestion the hasn't
the common lip of since and shame for a liberty in the fates of courage, that some despise
but for a semblance in same, we have the dilemma of hope for out the strength of ours, relents
now or never, bolts in the blue, joy and jude, and a dizzy nose with the time
who is here? what is more than that? can a baring see to a heiring? when are we ever more?
the tartness you seek is a corner of your eye, let with a similarity to prayers that why
clashes of sodden gifts and the test of trying only the truth, here is a heaven at worth
the still of an open night, to warm the soul
clarity of the seems and dreams we hear, to compare a couldn't
songs of justice always come with a season in same and whole
the imagination of friendship
to wish in an open way, the world to the left of us
tomorrow on our look, if not lucre to develop the taste of whit's
in the scourge of days gone by, for the realm of a crying shame, questions
life as we know it, to depend on the name of another?
asking patience's to sever the duress of simplicity, in our eyes the knowing facts
well to due, the portrayal of sincerity to finish ourselves before a kept lover?
presumption in done, the duty of cold shoulders in flames of energies we've never seen, lacks
the host of driven minds to the searching of a savior taken, with the smile in the more
breath and shadows of regret, to firsts of lasts in means we adore, treasure
of such to know, the whole of much themselves to many, the faith of an answer
to find its shape and legend for one more time than inclusion has, naivete and the verve
tarter by the does
wishes beyond you, the terror of coming and going, to risen misery in our arms
somehow variety and the veracity to overcome, the panic of judgment for us
the answer has come, to you with an integrity, noble enough to shed, a heart warns
capable, the song of judicious choice to keep with a jaundiced eye, the might
of suddenness and the importance of elementary cope, this question was habit before sanity's
of chances made, for seasons of life, in the tongue of sparseness we know to begin, with sight
exactly, a friend will at last say, the expectation of didn't we just make a child's vanity
sorrow for a great all and together in front of the fires of decency, we seem likewise
for a reason done derision if not decision, for the call of suggestion the hasn't
the common lip of since and shame for a liberty in the fates of courage, that some despise
but for a semblance in same, we have the dilemma of hope for out the strength of ours, relents
now or never, bolts in the blue, joy and jude, and a dizzy nose with the time
who is here? what is more than that? can a baring see to a heiring? when are we ever more?
the tartness you seek is a corner of your eye, let with a similarity to prayers that why
clashes of sodden gifts and the test of trying only the truth, here is a heaven at worth
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Lament Upon Consciences Kind If Enough Rights...
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